I dreamed of an incredible book that doesn’t exist

Hey!

Last night I dreamed of a book so beautiful that it doesn’t exist in real life. I don’t remember the name of the author or the name of the book but I remember the summary of the story. I felt like “copy” the entire story of the book. Because the author does not exist but only in my dream.

But I was thinking… What if it exists? What if I saw this story at some point in real life, my subconscious kept it but I don’t remember it?

Anyway, I loved it. It’s incredible how the brain can create these stories “out of nowhere” and transform them into something unforgettable.

About the story:

A girl returned to the house – now abandoned and full of weeds – where her grandmother died of a serious illness. Along the way, some strange events started to happen.

Some animals began to speak, not normal speech, speech as if they were learning to speak and developing. Arriving at the house, she had some flashbacks about her grandmother. Her grandmother was strange.

She was talking to her grandmother lying on her bed on the verge of death and her grandmother would just say a few words and then go into a “trance” as if she had gone to another dimension and then she would come back and continue the conversation. And she continued in this cycle.

by Marinako_